Next time I sing a ballad And they say that I´m too pop What the hell - if it gets me to the top Next time I´ll be handsome Or pretty at least
I will have big muscles - I´ll lay on the beach
Next time I´ll paint pictures Like a real Van Gogh Wear little black hats - hang my cigarettes so low Sit in French cafes Drinking French Pernod Next time gigolo - Next time we go
Next time, next time, next time, ooh next time, next time
Next time I´ll be full blooded ´Stead of half-cherokee I´ll put on my warpaint - and they´ll listen to me Next time I´ll tell my mama
With a baby on my knee (Say gay) I´ll sweep and clean and dress my dream - kick that broke down washing machine
Next time, next time, next time, ooh next time, next time
Next time I´ll be kinder And I´ll be tougher too I won´t worry half as much - and neither will you But for now I´ve got to go On and strut my stuff I´ll sing my song and swing along - Tomorrow I´ll be better off
Next time, next time, next time, ooh next time, next time No, no next time